A hundred yards before us, a hundred yards behind us, and across the street, were several scores of white uniformed officers, Solar League police, clearing the pedestrians, and even vehicular traffic from our way.
I started to say, "What goes on here any—"
But Suzi looked at me soulfully and said, "Your guard of honor, Jak. There's been some talk that the Centaurians might try to get at you before the meet."
To quote one of Suzi's favorite primitive exclamations, Oh, Brother.
"Look," I said. "I can't talk to you in front of all this. I feel like a parade. Let's go into a theatre, take a box and have this out."
Suzi wasn't disagreeing with anything today.
We entered the theatre and made our way as quietly as possible toward a sound-proof box where we could be alone.
Suddenly, the three dimensional figures on the stage faded, the lights went on and the autorch started blaring that confounded tune again. Everyone in the theatre turned, spotted us and arose and began whistling and clapping.
I winced, but Suzi seemed to be in her glory. I hurried her along and we entered the enclosed box where at least we couldn't hear them after I'd turned off the sound device.